http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mena The original writings of author Mena en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042809 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 third part of the story... still to be finished... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mena/1103324/ She knows my name.  How does she know my name? Who is she?! For amoment time freezes, I stand up stumbling on the heels and before I can stopmyself I stutter loudly.“Ye… Yes, it’s me!-“I’m in the kitchen! The children will be home in an hour, want .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mena/1080232/ Where am I? I can hear my voice echoing in my head. The need to run has disappeared and something inside of me tells me I’m…home? A feeling of warmth takes over me and Ihear a dangling sound followed by footsteps running down stairs. The mostbeautiful Labrador comes runnin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mena/1058066/ Every one of my body-cells scream her name,every inch of my skin feels her presence.Who would have thought I’d be where I am today?who would have thought things would be so different…I have surrendered to you without even putting up a fightI have given you me without feeling l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mena/1049906/ When I am with her,I become a painter, and she is my canvasI become a writer, and she is my best novelI become a poet, and she is my greatest sonnetWhen I am with her,The world stops and she becomes my universeMy heart skips a beat and gives it to herI feel like crying and smiling and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mena/1049902/ And I could hear her breath and it was a symphonyand I could close my eyes and feel her skin under my fingertipsand I could see my arms wrapped around herand I could see my lips brushing her shoulderAnd for a moment, life was perfect. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mena/1049901/ Bridges are burning as I run towards the last one standing.I see you there,on the other side;you look sad,lonely.I scream your name, but you can’t hear me.oh, how sad you seem.You start to turn around,looking back,the fire make your tears shine.I don’t have much time left,the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mena/1049632/ I walk through the streets of my mind and I find myself standing on a corner.City is dark, wind blows, no one is around.The silence is broken by murmurs down an alley,your voice comes closer, my heart starts beating faster, and I run.The sound of my heels break the silence all around,my ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mena/1049625/ You are the finest of canvas,but you haven’t noticed.As the painter,I need to make you mine.My hands, like brushes,draw lines of passion and desire along your pale skin;they slide among your curves,stroking every inch of perfection,every corner of pleasure.My fingertips,run.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mena/1049619/ I am not scared of you anymore, loneliness.You can be, or not be,you can keep me company or you can leave,but, know this, and know this wellthe company will be yours to have and mine to give…For I have found in myself a great companion, my loneliness,you are nothing but a mind tri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mena/1049132/